That Answer Was a Bit Too Honest
Last night, I held Jonathan's hand as we walked to his bedroom to begin the good-night ritual. His hand was stickier than I would have liked.
"Jonathan," I said. "Your hand is sticky! When is the last time you washed your hands really well?" (After dinner? Before dinner?)
"Ummm," Jonathan considered. "I think it was...Saturday!"
Right.
Next time, I'm not going to ask.
4 comments:
mmm...sticky subway hands.
Oh, if there is one thing about parenting that just gives me the willies it's sticky hands. (shudder) I'm a bad mommy.
Yum...
I think he comes by it rightly. Check out Granpa Larry's paws when he is there. I once saw him stick his fingers in boiling grease to turn the fish filets. I am glad that the burning grease killed the bacteria but man that had to hurt.
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